SassySlut, Sheman, and Morning Sex
19 Aug 2010 Leave a Comment
in Relations Tags: bdsm, Big Daddy, Fuck, Recreation, Sassyslut, Sexual intercourse, Sexuality, Text messaging
Last night I went on a little adventure with SassySlut, and it was tons of fun. I can’t say how long its been since we had some quality time hanging out but its been well over do!
We headed to a larger city near us that happens to be where Sheman lives. I purposely did not tell her I was heading that way because I was not going to see her. We were going to a large group meeting of BDSM people. It was a dinner and get to know ya gathering.
Our trip up was very comical, speaking of crazy encounters and lunatic partners doing wacked things that if we didn’t laugh about would put us in the mental ward. She has a pretty full dance card and I find it amazing she can juggle these men and still have room to do more! She has become more jaded though towards men and their bullshit that they pull. I totally get where she is coming from, although those who do not follow in our circles would say. “Well you’re a whore, what do you expect? Respect?” Fucking A we do! So if we become jaded, it’s just due to the fact that there are so many men out there thinking we should automatically want to fuck them just cause we love to have sex. Not to mention being in an Open Marriage gives them the “she’s easy” light and its ok for them to talk trash to you. On the contrary its such a turn off that you may or may not receive a scathing reply back, depending on what mood or nerve you just hit.
But I digress off the topic of our trip, as we headed to this larger city the direction to this place was via Map Quest and lord can they mess up directions. After several wrong turns we were now an hour late and lost. We ended up in a shady part of town and we were looking to ask for directions. Seeing a group of gangster looking we decided to drive on and seek others to help us. At a stop sign we saw a family approach and they smiled, but it was obvious they did not speak english. OY! By chance we found our location.
I had kept in contact with Big Daddy who was also attending and he had to find us to bring us into the room. It was great seeing him again that I got a big bear hug from him. He then met SassySlut and then ushered us in.
Wow, what a large group! Lots of kinky people and so welcoming. Our greeter and organizer was absolutely fabulous. Adorable and refreshingly genuine! I love that about people.
Dinner was sorta lame but the company made up for it. During dinner I received a text from Sheman and I informed her that I was indeed in her city. She was all sorts of excited that I was there and pushed for me to come over for a visit. I am not sure why I told her where I was but I told her I was not making any promises. I didn’t come to the city to visit her it was for a different reason all together. She wanted to know when it was over, and I honestly couldn’t answer and ignored the text.
After dinner was over we milled about and I spent some snuggle time with Big Daddy. I am really getting comfy around him, and mentioned I would let him spank me. Lord!! LOL He did introduce me to a lovely girl of his that seemed nice all around. The group started to disperse as time flew and we barely made a dent in the group. I loved that there were all shapes and sizes of kinksters and that everyone seemed quite comfortable in their skins.
Unfortunately, Sassyslut and I have to wait till next month to attend a Dungeon Party. I pouted a bit and made my concerns known but rules are the rules. Whatever! I am such a rule breaker.
As we left the group it was very late and we found ourselves lost once again! I texted Sheman and she tried giving me directions, but they were to her house. I said NO, we need to head back to our city. She wasn’t thrilled about it and instead called me. I had to inform her of our parental duties and the time frame. And this made her relent the push for me to visit.
She wanted to know what I was doing at this group and I told her. She found it interesting and starting chatting away. My phone began beeping low battery and we were an hour away from home. I told her I can’t talk on the phone the battery is dying and she rambled on. I pretty much hung up on her in mid sentence since she didn’t hear me. Saving what battery I had left for when hubby contacts me.
I felt it was rude of me to do that but she would have killed my phone with being a chatty Cathy. Besides I was with my gf and it was her time to get attention.
Is it difficult to have a person understand boundaries? Sheman wants to know all about this event and I gave her minimal amount of info, but she ran with it saying she would want me to show her a few things. I explained that I had no idea where this was going. All I wanted to do was experience this avenue that others have turned into a lifestyle. That doesn’t mean I was embracing it. Just tasting it.
I also do not want to lie to the girl, so I think that’s why I told her I was in her city. But just because I was in the area does not mean I must make time to visit with her. I found her city to be very frustrating to commute thru and I would not travel thru there alone. Her response to that was to send my phone a navigation route to her home. Oy..
Being cranky today doesn’t help. But on a side note! Remember back a few posting I stated I don’t like morning sex? Well, since then and I knew this would happen.. I wanted morning sex. Hubby obliged me this morning and he was very attentive in working me up properly. So, I will say that I am still a fan of sleep over sex, but if its done like it was this morning? I won’t say no to that!
Fetish Ball
27 Jun 2010 3 Comments
in Open marriage Tags: bdsm, Betty page, Big Daddy, bondage, Fetish, flog, GiGi La Femme, lace, leather, Legs Malone, wasabassco burlesque
Last night I went to the Fetish ball with my ‘twin’, who is a huge BDSM fan. Since I am wandering thru the idea of whether or not I would like my ass beat, she has been following along and helping when ever she can. When it came down to what I was wearing, I realised I had very vanilla clothes in comparison to what everyone would be wearing.
My twin brought me some items to try out. The one that fit me and was the most risqué was a leather studded body suit that strategically hide the important parts but let a lot of skin show at the same time. It was hot!! She even had a matching collar for it. I tried it on and was wowed by how cool it looked. Ok, so you dying to see it? Well I took a few shots just to let ya see for yourself.
leather!!
Whatcha think? I really liked it! It was barely anything there but I didn’t feel naked at all. The leather ventured into fish net some and it really was amazing. My ‘twin’ told me I could keep this lil number. YAY!!! Ooo and the collar too!
I can see me putting this to some good use!
Now for the bottom!
body shot
I went shopping for the skirt and couldn’t find leather studded to match. I did find a cute lacy skirt that had a stretch knit under it. Hubby helped cut the knit off into an ultra mini skirt that had tush peaking out. It came out pleasingly well with a leather and lacy kinda look. I then put it all together with knee-high black boots that were not comfortable at all! But it made it look hot so, a gal has to torture herself to look good.
completed look
I commented to hubby after looking myself over and said, “I can’t believe you are letting me out of the house looking like this!” His response was “honey, if I am OK with our Open Marriage, why would some clothing matter?” hmm.. good point! Well all I have to say is I have to coolest hubby in the universe! And I love him to pieces!
We get to the bar and its close to 10 pm and things are just starting to pick up. Its annoying to go out in our area and find that the crowd doesn’t show up until 11 pm and the bars close at 1:30. What fun is that for socializing!?!
Anyway, there was a number of costumed hotties and beauties filtering in. One gal was dressed like Lady GaGa that was topless with black electrical tape X’s over her nipples. There were cross dressing men, a Victorian couple, lots of leather and lace, collared slaves, school girl in plaid skirts, a hot looking pregnant woman, and various other kinks. There wasn’t anyone that was a major wow, just a few that stood out for number of reasons.. size, brightness, nakedness. That sorta thing.
I did meet up with an old-time friend that I have had some history with. I believe I know him shy of three years less than I know my hubby. He is one of the very few guys that I feel totally comfortable with and trust. We talked a bit about playing and I would like to venture into the S&M with him. Oh and he is a reader of my blog. But I won’t be censoring anything because its my blog and its me being expressive.
I have contemplated on what his name would be on here and we joked around about calling him Big Daddy. I think I will go with that since he liked it and I liked it too. So I mentioned that we had a long history together and we had messed around on several occasions. But never had intercourse. And we never kissed.
The never kissed part was due to me having issues with kissing other men. Since opening my marriage I had worked on that aspect and now can kiss other men, as long as he doesn’t try to tickle my tonsils. So I let Big D kiss me a couple of times. We ended up people watching while he groped me until the show started.
The show was the Wasabassco Burlesque which is a set of women stripping while showing off various kinks. It was MC’d by this luscious lady GiGi La Femme who was super hot! Here is a video were she Mc’d and a tasty gal giving you a show. As you can see they stripped but didn’t do complete nudity. It was still hot though!
The acts that I found totally hot were performed by Legs Malone’s tribute to Betty page and a doughnut fetish that was awesome!
There was also a blonde performer that I am totally blanking on her name that did an alien scene that ended with her pouring hot wax all over her naked body. It was ok until that point. Then it was hot! (heh) The last performance she did envolved her becoming completely wrapped in saran wrap and I was totally NOT digging that. I believe I would have freaked if it was me in there.
And the the finale was our smokin hot MC Gigi La Femme , stripping down and spanking herself with this awesome looking paddle that had fur on one side and leather on the other. It looked very cool.
Over all the performance was cool. My twin now wants to go to a strip joint to see women strip. I love it that she is evolving! And the kicker! These hot women, although thin, still had cellulite on their thighs and butts. Made me feel way better!
There was no real action other than the performance. No one demonstrating bondage or someone being flogged. Which was a bit disappointing.
When it was time to leave Big D accompanied us outside as we chatted, and this is when he decided to play with his flog on me. I am standing there chatting with my twin and he is lightly hitting me with it and it did not hurt. Well it had a little sting to it but I was not cringing or in pain from it. So, who knows! I just maybe begging to have my ass beat next time. LOL
Name Changed & my first BDSM experience
23 Jun 2010 1 Comment
in Relations Tags: bdsm, claustrophobic, gag ball, hand cuffs, hood, kinky, menstruating, period play, trust
Well.. after numerous postings of some of the crazy ass sexual experiences I have been having. I figured a name change to this blog is required.
So, until further notice. My blog’s name is Househo’s WTF Club. I don’t believe I need to explain the WTF part. Because that’s how things are at the moment!
Alrighty then! After reading Dick Diva’s blog , I feel the urge to go on out there and try a little Light BDSM myself! This weekend I will be going to a Fetish party held at a local bar. The last time I went to one was last year in november and blogged about it here. I had a great time and felt really bashful going there solo but wow! People did things that intrigued me to know end! So anyways, this time I won’t be going solo! I hope! And I also hope to be a bit more adventurous than I was the first time.
Thinking back I remember my first time being introduced to the realm of toys, bdsm and what nots. I was dating .. well lets be honest now. I was fucking this guy. He was a booty call where I would just show up at his house. Fuck him and leave. Sweet deal, right? Well he got all emotionally attached and I had to end it. But I digress. My guy was a bit on the freaky side and the sex was ok.
He was the one that made me realise that when a gal is menstruating, she is her horniest! That’s of course after all the pain and bloating. Then BAM! I want to be fucked, man!! Well I was visiting him one day and he wanted to mess around. I said no, I am on my period. And he was all excited about that. He said he didn’t care and that he wanted me to sit on his face. I was really taken back by this. And in not so many words said No way and out the door I went. Most men would not be into period play but he certainly was! I believe I was just not comfortable enough around him to be ok with that.
Then sometime down the road I came over for a romp and he decides to tell me that he has a bag of tricks and wants to show them to me. I thought, umm ok. Lets see the bag.
He pulls out this leather bag and becomes very excited. I am curious to see whats in the bag. He reaches in and pulls out some hand cuffs. OH! Ok, kinky stuff! Alrighty then, I’m game. What the hay.
He puts the hand cuffs on me but behind my back like I am a criminal. Then lays me back so my arms are pinned. He then reaches in his bag and pulls out a gag ball. He tries to put it on me and I say no. I don’t want it. He argues with me asking why? I tell him because I want you to be able to hear me say NO if I do not like or want something being done to me.
He then pouts. Fine, he says. Putting that back in the bag he pulls out another leather bag and puts it over my head. Now I am freaking the fuck out. Screaming, NO! NO! NO! Take it off! Take it the fuck off NOW!!! He pulls it off is looking at me like I am nuts. He sits back looking at me and says well then you gotta do the ball. “Fuck you I do!” I start to literally kill myself trying to get the cuffs of me as he is yelling at me to stop and let him do it. I was visibly shaking and it took every ounce of self-control to let him touch me to take off the cuffs. Once I was loose I fucking went off on him. I said no way was I doing any of that crap. He pouted and told me that I wouldn’t be able to see what else he had in his bag. I believe I told him that I couldn’t care less what was in there and that I was outta here.
That was our last encounter together. He called to try to make me go on dates and I blew him off every time. He got the point. I was so done with that shit.
Thinking now about it. I realized that trust is a huge issue when wanted to enter into S & M situations. I felt no trust for this man. He barely knew me because I didn’t want him to know me. But if he did know me he would have known that I am claustrophobic and no way was I going to let anyone put a bag over my head. But more than that I was terrified of what he had in that bag. Everything he brought out to me was something that increasingly had me at his mercy. Loss of control was something I could not handle.
Today, I find I like being manhandled. Slap on the ass, pulling the hair, and toys as well. I don’t like the pain aspect of it. But I have yet to be fully aroused when someone is trying to be more forceful with me. Yet in my mind I cannot connect the two together. Pleasure with pain. I mean PAIN – spank me hard pain. I have yet to get there and don’t see me there anytime soon.
But never say never! If I have trust in someone knowing that they would not go over board in the pain department. I believe I would be game for it.
Ouch
07 Jun 2010 1 Comment
in Relations Tags: bdsm, open relationship, pain
Over a week ago I set up a lunch date with this fella who stated he was in a OR (open relationship). With him saying that, I told him if we were going to meet then I would have to meet his woman. He was ok with it. Ok fine. We set up to do lunch at a Chinese buffet that has an excellent sushi bar. In an after thought I invited my hubby along so it became a couple’s meet.
We get there and they are seated. He is a tall nice good-looking black man with long hair hidden away in a knitted hat. I liked his face immediately. His woman was a pretty pierced and tattooed white girl who was a bit shy at first. It was a nice lunch, my hubby is quite disarming and can talk a person out of their shell without much effort. It seemed that they (the fellas) hit it off famously. I found it amusing, seeing that we were all there to check out a possible lover or two in the future.
After the lunch we said our goodbyes and talked of hooking up soon, then went our separate ways. I was interested in this man because of the sex talk we did have, he mentioned that he has a constant need for it. That was a nice change of pace for me. Some one that I would have to “tap out” on instead of them telling me I am too much woman for them.
Yet our time to hook up has yet to come. I had suffered a flare up in back that had me bed ridden in pain for days. Pain killers and muscle relaxers barely touched it. So for a week I was a suffering fool. I freaked out because this pain was something I thought I would never have to feel again. A year-long painful journey that ended in back surgery. People didn’t understand my pain but when the asked how bad can it be. My response would be that I would rather give birth every day then to deal with that pain again. Why? Because I know there is a light at the end of that tunnel when the baby is in my arms and the pain is no longer there. My pain with my back was there every four to six hours. Waking me in the middle of the night and causing me to be a doped up zombie that my kids barely knew.
I came to realize with this last round of pain why I would never be interested in BDSM. Pain is not pleasurable by any means and I would probably freak out if someone was to get really rough with me. In fact I remember a guy doing that and I stopped him cold. Ditched his ass and never looked back. Now that doesn’t mean I don’t like to be man handled a bit. In fact I do! A soft touch is not something gets me off. So yeah, I like a happy medium of rough and tumble.
So since my painful week, I haven’t been wanting to hook up with anyone. This fella wants to hook up but I am not feeling it. And Limo guy is pmsing or something. God that man is worse than a woman. I have some unfinished business with him and then he is history. And I am also realizing my pain is very stress related. Something has to give soon. Oh and the topper is that the pain stops me from being able to cum. How fucked up is that! I am hoping that this is soon to be rectified and I won’t have the crippling pain again.
